Page 7 of The Biker's Hidden Obsession

“Never been. I always thought it looked fun, though. A quiet afternoon with a pole in the water, it just sounds peaceful.”

He brushes his massive hand down over his beard as we climb the little sidewalk hill toward the bakery. “I wouldn’t have expected that from a girl like you.”

“What’s that mean?A girl like me?”

“No, I don’t mean it offensively. You’re just,” a soft breeze blows between us, carrying sweet scents, “you’re very…”

“What?”

“You’re put together, and you wear these really nice clothes. I can’t imagine you doing something like fishing.”

“You realize I change my clothes for the occasion, right?”

He laughs. “Sure. You always look really put together is all. I can’t even imagine you in a pair of sweats.”

“Well, you should. I live in them at home. Fishing always sounded fun, but my dad wasn’t exactly the outdoor type. He loved money, and talking about money. I think he took me fishing once to say he did it, but that’s—”

“Ahh!” A loud screeching sound fills my ears as my cousin makes her way toward me. She’s in sweats and a T-shirt, her hair tied on top of her head in a loose bun.

Maybe she’s the type of girl Tennessee prefers. Ugh, I need to stop doing this to myself. It doesn’t matter what he prefers. What matters is that I’m staring at my cousin. Why am I staring at my cousin?

“I wanted to surprise you!” She crashes into me with a hug then redirects her energy toward the giant beside me.

The giant that’s supposed to be my boyfriend.

“This is a surprise!” I say, stomach clenched. “What are you doing here? You’re a bit early for the wedding.”

“I know, but I was freaking out, and I thought I could help somehow instead of sitting on my butt, expecting you to do everything.”

“That’s what I’m for.” I’m not sure why I’m offended that she’s here, but I am. I don’t need anyone’s help. I can do this on my own. That, and I wanted this time alone with Tennessee…for business purposes of course.

Mae drags her gaze up and over the goliath standing next to me. “Damn, cousin. You really killed it with this one. He’s hot!”

“Oh my God, Mae! He’s right there.”

“What?” she laughs. “I’m sure he knows he’s hot.”

I’ve totally gazed past the part where she’s mentioned how I’ve killed it, implying that Tennessee belongs to me. Maybe he missed that part.

I cross my fingers behind my back.Please let him have missed that part.

“So, where are you two off to?” Mae stands back and crosses her arms over her chest. “Can’t be time for a break already. There are like a thousand things to do for the wedding.”

Dear God, this is a nightmare. I make a mental note to never help my family again.

Ever again.

“She’s been working all night.” Tennessee wraps his arm around my lower back and tugs me into his orbit. “We’re taking a break.”

He’s touching me. His big, rough hand snags on the fabric of my dress and my clit reminds me it’s there.

I lean into his chest instinctively, then pull away again, but he tightens his grip until I’m snuggled up against his chest.

This makes total sense.

“Oh, a coffee break sounds deserved then.” Mae seems to take everything easier when a big, grumpy looking biker says it. “I guess we could all get coffee and then get started on the list of things to do.”

“Actually,” Tennessee continues, “Sienna and I have everything covered. We had a small hiccup but we’re back on track. We were going to spend the rest of the morning fishing.”

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